Me and Her, Him and Me
by happychica
Summary: Getting Reposted.
1. Arrival

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, and I think some else has used this idea before, so I don't own _it_ either. Please let me borrow it, whoever you are!

A/N: OK, edited, hope it makes _some _sense. Again, first is Tomas, then Layla. I still thank Andi the Fabulous and Toni Baloney for beta reading (they wanted credit). Here's my story.

'Uggh, my head! Wow, Chrisy pushed me hard. And off the roof too! I didn't even take her diary…journal…thing. Man she's mean! Bet there isn't another kid in the _world_ who has to put up with this kind of stuff. Dang it's bright! Wait, where am I? I didn't know falling could do this! This is too cool!'

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'Wow, my bed feels hard. Wait, I bet Khadi put me on the floor again, and judging from the feel, probably in the basement. That jerk. Whoa…that is one blue sky. Wait, sky? He put me outside! He is _so _dead! But what's up with the world? It's all…cartoony. And who is that?

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'Way cool! If this is a dream, I hope I don't wake up for a looooong time. I love DBZ, but to get to go there, where it all happened, is just too good to be true! I mean, come on! I can't even win a coin toss, let alone a chance like this! Maybe I should find out if this is a dream or not. I mean, if it is, I can always come back. Let's see…I know; I'll pinch myself! Ouch! That hurt! Dude, that means this, is real. I love good luck! Hey, a person. Wonder if they're a native. Or maybe they're from my world, that would be cooler, and then we could compare what we know! Hold up, Nappa? Okay, I'm gonna faint. Too…much…good…luck…'cept I'm too psyched to faint!'

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'Who is that guy? He's huge! Ten feet at least, and with the world's weirdest belt. No way anyone in my school would wear that; it looks like tail! Wonder if he's friendly? Probably not, he looks super ticked about something…wonder what? Actually, I don't care. I just want to wake up so I can pound my brother! Khadi's the only person who could cause this kind of weird dream; it _is_ what he does for fun. Weirdo. That's right Layla, it's just a really vivid dream, cause there's NO WAY this could be real! Man, Khadi is _dead_ when I wake up. I am so showing mom his report card; he really deserves that. She was gonna find it anyways; who hides it under their pillow! I wish that guy would move, he's starting to freak me out. Oh no. No, no, no. I meant _away _from me, not _towards_ me! Okay, relax, he probably just wants to know why I'm here, maybe it's his property. That would be bad. Um…where _is _here?'

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'Hey, a girl! Wonder if she'd help me find some food. I am starved! Bad day to skip breakfast, even if I was going skateboarding with Bobby and Mark. Oh man! I'm gonna miss that! Hope they won't be too mad. Hey, that girl looked at me! Wonder if it means I can go talk to her. Chrisy said girls are weird like that, but what does she know. She looks lost, I really should help her. Okay, I'm gonna go talk to her. Hope she isn't a snob. Uh oh, Nappa looks ticked, maybe he knows her and they're on really bad terms? Wonder what it would do to make that guy hold a grude? Either way, that's _really_ out there, I mean, she looks totally lost! 'Kay, so I'm gonna go help her get unlost, then see why Nappa's ticked, then find some food. Man, I love good luck!'

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'Okay, this guy looks really mean, and I'm stuck in the middle of…somewhere. Hmmm…hey! There's another kid, a boy by the looks of it. Maybe he knows where we are? Wait, maybe he's with that guy. What if they're thieves! Nope, kid looks too hyper, and that guy would stand out anywhere. Oh great, Mr. Tall and Bald has arrived. Well, maybe he can tell me where I am, and how to wake up. I'm starting to think this might be real, and that can NOT be good…'

A/N: Hope you liked it, it's my first chapter story. Please review, I need the help. Flame if you must. Sorry if you got confused. Thanks for reading!


	2. Nappa

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, kinda wish I did.

A/N: thanks for the advice!

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

Layla stared as the giant of a man stopped in front of her. Tall and bald, with a mustache that did nothing to hide his evil smirk, his only clothes seemed to be a kind of weird armor, a pair of boots, and the weirdest belt Layla had ever seen. It almost looked like a tail.

"Do you know where I could find a man by the name of Vegeta?" the man asked.

"Who?"

"Vegeta. He is a very strong fighter." At this, the man's grin grew wider, as if he knew a secret of great importance. 'Like I care thought,' thought Layla.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know where this…Vegeta, is. I don't even know _who_ he is. But he sounds dangerous. Perhaps it would be best to avoid him?"

"Hn, you are a strange one, not knowing who he is. I thought this planet enjoyed fighting for the sack of it. Or perhaps you are not from Earth?" The man paused, then; "As for why I am looking for such a dangerous individual, we have…unfinished business."

'He's lost it,' thought Layla. 'There's no place to be from, other than Earth. But this man is awfully tall to be a human. Maybe that's all part of the dream. In this form of reality, there _is_ another place you can be from. But, it that's true, it'll be hard to tell the aliens from the humans.' Layla pondered how to answer the strange man. His patience seemed to be wearing thin, and if he got angry, she might not live to the end of this dream. 'Then again, if I die, I just wake up, right?' Somehow, that didn't seem right.

"Hey!"

'Huh? Oh, it's that kid. Can't he see this guy is dangerous? He could get really hurt. Probably get me in trouble, too. Just my luck.' Layla was always alone or with weird creatures in her dreams, a fact that had often troubled her waking mind. Her brother dreamt of normal things, why couldn't she?

"What do you want," snapped the man, his anger now obvious.

"You're Nappa, aren't you?" It was a more a statement than a question, but the boy was clearly making an attempt at befriending this man. 'Smart move,' Layla thought. 'If I'd done that I'd probably still have him thinking he wasn't dealing with a total imbecile, which must be what he's ticked about. Wonder how the kid knew him, he looked just as lost as I feel, and this…Nappa…looks like he just needs and address to find this other man. Maybe the kid's dim, and got lost on the way to the store or something stupid like that.' Layla sighed. This was gonna be a long dream.

"Yes, and who are you?" asked the man called Nappa, pleased that not everyone on this backward rock was as dumb as the female he had first encountered.

"My name is Tomas," answered the boy proudly.

"Have _you_ heard of a fighter by the name of Vegeta?"

"Yes."

"Take me to him."

"Fine, but I need a ride, and you _must_ bring my sister. She might appear dim, but she has quite an eye for useful things, and a better sense of direction then I'll ever have."

'Huh? This kid's got a sister? But the three of us are the only ones out here. Unless he means me…but no one's that dumb. I don't look anything like him. Surely Nappa won't buy that…'

"Very well, come here." 'What!' thought Layla. 'But how! We haven't any proof, and he certainly couldn't care less for our safety. My math teacher isn't this heartless! Buuuuut, if it gets me out of here, it might be worth the risk. I definitely want to find a place where there are people to get lost in. This guy is creepy, and that kid's got an attitude like my brother.' Layla went to join Tomas by Nappa, then realized they had no form of transportation.

"How are we going to get…where ever it is we're going?" queried Layla.

"Like this," growled Nappa. He then proceeded to grab them around the waist and blasted straight up into the air. He didn't stop until the trio was hovering under the clouds. Looking down, Layla nearly screamed. She'd been this high before, but only inside an airplane, and she definitely preferred being inside the hulking metal frame then being carried by this man. Tomas, however, thought that this day could not possibly get any better. 'Unless I get a parachute and Nappa let's go…but I mustn't get my hopes up,' Tomas instructed himself mentally. 'I'm never gonna be _that _lucky.'

"Which way," asked Nappa.

"Um…well, I know he lives in East City. That's where you first crashed," Tomas explained. Obviously the name of the city meant nothing to Nappa, because he looked just as lost as before. "I think it's in Japan."

"Where's _that_?"

"That direction," interrupted Layla, pointing right. Nappa looked ready to drop them, and she didn't want to go sky diving _with_ a parachute, let alone without one. Nappa took off in the direction Layla had pointed. Soon he began to recognize landmarks from his last flight above this planet. Upon sighting the city, which he knew was correct from the small boy's shouts; he landed about ten miles outside the city limits.

Depositing the children, he said; "I won't need your help anymore," then flew away.

"Great," shouted a _very_ frustrated Layla. "What _now_!"

"We walk into to town, pick some pockets, then get lunch," said Tomas, as if he did this every day. 'Not that unlikely,' thought a now bemused Layla.

"Fine, let's go." 'This is going to be a loooooooong dream….


	3. ChiChi's house

Disclaimer: Me no own…probably good that I don't…

_Tomas……………_

'Wow, a whole week since we got here. Man a lot has happened. I made new friends, found someone who can cook better than Grandma (didn't know that was POSSIBLE), and Layla finally learned to chill, I think. Suppose I should go back to when Nappa left, huh? Hmmm…..where exactly to start….'

"Great, just great," shouted Layla. "First I get dumped in this world where people have abilities that break the laws of physics, now I'm stuck in the middle of a strange city with an even stranger kid. I hope your happy, Khadi, because I am certainly NOT!"

"You yell a lot, whispered Tomas. "It's a good thing people here aren't very nosy, or we'd be in big trouble." He looked a bit frightened.

"How do you know that? Maybe they all think we're demons, and that we just need a reason to attack, and if they talk to us, that would be a good enough reason." By now people were starting to stare, which was only making Layla more uncomfortable with the situation.

"They don't have demons; don't need 'em. So stop worrying." Suddenly Tomas brightened. "Come on, there's someone you need to meet." With that, the boy took off running, dogging through the crowds with disturbing ease, leaving Layla to struggle after him. 'He's dead when I catch him…'

_Layla……………_

'Butt head! I almost lost him! He may know his way around this world, but I don't! That and he's the only proof I have that I didn't totally dream up my life that day. He did eventually admit to not being from here, but I had guessed long before then. Also, his endless knowledge of this place is, unfortunately, pricelessly useful, especially since he knows who we can trust, and I don't.'

The two kids stopped in front of a small house, panting like wild dogs. Tomas had lead them out of the city and up into the surrounding mountains. He had claimed there was someone who lived up there that Layla needed to meet, and that they needed to warn him that Nappa had returned. The mountain had turned out to be much steeper than originally thought, and Tomas' insists that they keep running did nothing to better Layla's increasingly bad mood. Finally, she had seen a small house, and demanded that they stop and ask for directions. Upon entering the clearing, Tomas announced that this was the house they had been looking for, then collapsed on the ground. Layla followed suit.

After about fifteen minutes Tomas stood up and approached the front door. He appeared calm as he knocked. 'He looks like he might try to sell this person something. I can't think of anyone else who looks that calm when they knock on a stranger's door,' thought Layla, still out of breath. A few minutes later a yo9ung woman opened the door. Her coal black hair was pulled back into a tight bun on top of her head. She was wearing a light blue, floor-length dress, a white apron, and black slip-on shoes. She seemed surprised to have a visitor.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Um, Ms. Chi-chi?" The lady looked surprised that this strange boy knew her name, but recovered quickly.

"Yes?" she repeated, blinking back her still shocked features into her normal, pleasant face.

"Um, we're looking for your husband, Mr. Goku. Is he around?" Tomas tried to appear as if he was only bringing a message, not meeting a celebrity. 'Failing miserably,' thought Layla, standing up slowly.

"He's not here right now,' said the lady named Chi-chi. "Perhaps I could help you with something?"

"Well, it's just that Nappa has returned, and I thought we should warn you." At this, Tomas turned around and beckoned to Layla to come meet this woman. Layla started up the walk, but froze as the lady began to shout.

"Why? It's always MY husband. Can't they go after someone else?" 'Looks like she's talking to God,' Layla laughed softly, afraid of angering the lady any further. Her face suddenly relaxed as they heard a small cry from inside the house. "Well, come in. I will be with you in a moment." With that, Chi-chi disappeared into the house. Tomas and Layla followed, the later closing the quietly once they were both inside.

Once inside, Layla began to examine the part of the house she could see from where she was standing. To the right was a kitchen with a table and chairs. To the left was a sitting room with two sofas and a fireplace, with a large window seat using up the remaining wall. A few toys were scattered on the ground, with a half-finished sweater laid out carefully on the window seat. 'Simple, yet elegant,' thought Layla, 'my type of house.' Her thoughts drifted back to the present as Chi-chi reappeared, descending the oak stairs with a small boy in tow.

"Hi!" said the boy. He looked to be a bit younger than Tomas, and wore a strange uniform. It consisted of a long-sleeved navy blue shirt, a strange orange jumpsuit, a blue belt, and black boots. His long hair was as black as Chi-chi's, but instead of lying flat, stuck out in all directions. 'Looks like he stuck his finger in a light socket,' thought Layla. Mentally she scolded herself for thinking such rude things of these people. 'After all, they must think _I_ look weird. I'm the only person here with blonde hair.'

This is my son, Goten,' Chi-chi seemed to have adopted the attitude of a hostess, as though this were and expected visit, long time planned. "Please make yourselves at home and I'll go make some snacks." With that said, she disappeared into the kitchen. They could hear the faint clatter of pans banging together. 'Hope it's nothing too extravagant…'

The three kids walked into the sitting room, where Tomas and Goten told each other their names and any things they dubbed important enough for anyone to care about, (My Dad beat Frieza!) (My Dad can't beat a dead fish…), then set about playing as if they had known each other for years. 'Tomas probably _has_ known gotten for that long.' Suddenly, Layla felt alone. The kind of alone where you think nobody in the WORLD knows you exist, and in this case, it was almost true. Sitting on the couch, Layla tried to look calm, but she was starting to worry about what would happen after they left. They didn't know anyone, and she was sure nobody here was just going to let two strange kids live in their house until they turned eighteen. Shivering, Layla turned to watch the two boys play, enjoying how much noise they were making. It is difficult to feel depressed when you can't hear yourself think, unless that is your normal state of mind, in which case it would be hard to feel happy.

Chi-chi chose this moment to enter the room. She was carrying a tray with a teapot, four cups, and a HUGE tray of cookies. Immediately Tomas and Goten left their game and began a new one; attack the cookies.

"These are great, Ms. Chi-chi. Better than my grandma's," said Tomas, his mouth full of cookie.

"Yup, nobody can cook better than my mommy," said Goten proudly. The effect was only slightly ruined by the cookies he had stuffed into his mouth. Layla waited until the boys had had their fill, then got a cookie for herself. 'They were right, these are great! Wonder who taught her, more likely just a natural skill.' After all the cookies were gone, Tomas and gotten returned to their game, acting as if there had never been an interruption. Chi-chi and Layla sat on one of the couches and watched the two boys play for a little while. Eventually Chi-chi's curiosity got the better of her.

"This person, what's his name?"

"Huh? Oh, um, Nap, I think. Something like that…"

"Nappa?"

"Yeah! How'd you know?"

"My husband fought him fifteen years ago, with Vegeta, and helped in the bringing about of his death. Vegeta was the one who actually killed him." Chi-chi continued to sip her tea, oblivious to the look of shock on Layla's face.

"But, but, if Nappa's dead, then how come we met his? I mean, people can't just come back to life!"

"No, but someone could have used the Dragonballs, which is not so unlikely."

"The what?"

"Dragonballs. There are seven mystical balls that summon a dragon, who has the power to grant almost any wish. Bring people back from the dead is one wish that is particularly over used. Of course, the dragon can only grant each wish once, so you only get two tries at life, unless you can trick the dragon into brining you back twice, which has never happened to _my_ knowledge." Layla continued to stare, letting the explanation sink in. 'Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. After all, that Nappa guy could fly. But still, Dad would be _way_ ticked if I ever told him about this.' Upon hearing a knock on the door, the two girls looked up. The boys continued to ignore everything and play their game.

"Wonder who that could be," mused Chi-chi as she stood to answer the door. "Oh, hello Bulma, I forgot you were coming."

"Well don't I feel wanted," came the joking reply. A lady not much taller than Chi-chi walked into the sitting room. She wore a knee length emerald colored dress with matching boots. Her teal-colored hair was brushed over to one side of her face. She looked to be a bit older than chi-chi, but not by more than a few years. Behind her was a small boy, who looked to be a bit older than Goten. Upon seeing the later, the former ran over to the two boys, exchanged his name (Trunks), and began to play too. Nobody seemed to mind, Layla too much in shock by the boys purple hair to care that he had joined the game with the ease with which it had been created. Aside from his hair, which was also brushed to one side of his face, he wore a green jacket and dark blue pants.

"I guess Trunks is too impatient to wait for introductions," said the teal haired woman, turning to Layla. "I'm Bulma Briefs, the current owner of Capsule Corporations."

"Please to meet-" began Layla, but Tomas interrupted.

"Cool! I always wanted to meet one of you Briefs. You're supposed to be the smartest people EVER! And being able to fit so much stuff into something so small is way too cool for words! Do you think we could go see your company someday? That would rock! My name's Tomas, by the way." With that said, Tomas returned to the game, oblivious to the three women now staring. Chi-chi recovered first.

"I had been wondering what his name was. He just showed up this morning claiming that Nappa was back."

"Oh, yes, _him_." Bulma scowled. He came by this morning and demanded he be allowed to fight my husband, arrogant fool. But Vegeta put him in his place. Then your husband showed up and dragged Vegeta off someplace to train for a few days, so he will be home Sunday, Prince's Promise. And what is your name?" The last part was directed at Layla.

"Huh? Oh, it's Layla." 'Gotta keep better track of my thoughts, people are gonna start calling me space girl again, like when I couldn't focus in elementary school.'

"What an interesting name. Well, Chi-chi and I have some things we need to discuss. If you need us, we'll be in the kitchen." With that the two women left the room, leaving Layla to watch the boys, and eventually join in their fun.

_Tomas……………_

'I don't think people give Chi-chi enough credit. Sure, she yelled at Goku for, like, twenty minutes when he got home, but he deserved it. He didn't give prior warning before he left, and that's not exactly a new habit. But she loves him and puts up with him, so fairs fair, at least in my book.

'Anyways, Layla eventually played with us, but she wasn't as good at the game as the rest of us. Maybe it's because she tends to depend on logic, which is one of many things are game didn't have, some of which included a plot and something resembling sanity. Think she was glad when Bulma called her to the kitchen. After all, she was the one who had to convince them we really weren't from here, which couldn't have been easy. She's really not so bad, Layla, when you get to know her. And her brother sounds as bad as Chrissy. Wow, never thought I'd say a girl wasn't bad…'

_Layla……………_

'Currently we are the guest of Ms. Chi-chi Son, who has to be one of the coolest mothers I've ever met. And so young! Two kids at her age, she got started young. Guess that's okay here. And her husband, Goku, just running off like that. Not sure I could deal with that as well as she did. I mean, she yelled at him when he got back, but it was just for not giving prior notice, not for leaving. I'd have been mad he left.

'Bulma's cool too. She's really smart, and did give us a tour of her company, which is HUGE, to say the least. I can't believe something that big is legal, but the company's rich, so I guess what they say goes. And she's in charge of EVETRYTHING, which is _totally wicked!_ In every sense of the word. It's cool because everybody has to listen to her, but bad because everybody is, like 300 people. Man, I can't manage ten, this woman kicks serious butt. Her husband doesn't really help, but she says he keeps her from blowing her top at work, whatever that means. Maybe he's abusive. Not likely. I swear she said "I love that guy" 70 times in one day, which is a LOT!

'Well, I should get to bed. Tomorrow the adults are going out, and I think _somebody_ (or maybe three of them) volunteered me to be the babysitter. I seriously doubt I'll get any sleep with those three, they're not exactly angels, you know, so I'm gonna turn in early tonight. Maybe if I pray real hard, I won't end up with shaving cream on my face again. Or honey. Or shampoo. Or whatever they think of putting on me tonight. That's the only bad thing about this house, it has no LOCKS. But I can jam that door with a chair…'

A/N: First off, I'm NOT making this a love story. Tomas just doesn't like girls. Second, I think all the thoughts belonged to Layla, incase you got confused. And thirdly, I know the ending was bad, but I think chapter four makes up for that. Do let me know. Also, I changed the direction the plot is flowing. Please, review,flame, wahtever takes your fancy. And I'm sorry it took so long to update, my school play happened, and I got to help out.


	4. Chibi sitting

Disclaimer: I don't own :(

A/N: I'M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"Alright, the numbers are the counter, and you can reach us anytime before nine on my cell. After that we will be in the theatre and have to shut the phone off. Are you sure you can handle this?" Bulma looked a bit concerned, like she thought the girl before her was an incompetent git rather than the intelligent being she had spent the last week or so getting to know. This put Layla out, but just for a second. After all, she had been babysitting children for several years, and each seemed to be more hyperactive than the last one.

"I'm sure there is nothing these boys can dish out that I can't deal with," smiled Layla, trying to look like she really knew what she was talking about. She had just remembered what Tomas said about the boys not being completely human, and having some extra abilities. 'He was probably making it up to get to me.'

"Alright, if you're sure… Call if anything goes wrong." With that, the four adults departed for a much needed night of relaxation. No children for four hours, what a relief! 'Kids really can be a handful at times,' thought Bulma dully.

"WE WANT DINNER!!!"

The roar of sound emanating from the three smaller boys was deafening. Hoping that her hearing would return before the night was out; Layla herded the boys into the kitchen and set about making dinner. She didn't notice the evil grins being exchanged by the boys…

_An hour later………………………………………_

"Demons! Loud, hyper-active, half-starved little demons!' In all the warnings that Layla had been given about this job, no one mentioned that Trunks and Goten ate more than most humans eat in a day, only they did it in one sitting! After nearly an hour of cooking, the boys had seemed to be full. That was, of course, before they found the cake Mrs. Chi-chi had left for the four of them. Oddly, it only went for three. 'Like I could really eat after that performance, and with all that noise!' At that moment, Layla's temper snapped.

"GET OUT!" bellowed the angry girl, proving once again why saiyains fear female earthlings. The three boys went tearing out of the house, barely escaping the door aimed at their retreating backs. They distinctly heard the sound of a door locking behind them and sighed. A few seconds later they were back to trying to bet each other to a pulp, too busy to notice they were being watched.

_30 minutes later………………………………………_

"Well, that's as clean as it's gonna get." Layla stood in the middle of the now almost spotless kitchen and admired her hard work. She was also pleased to note that the boys had quieted down. 'Maybe that means that it's time to go to bed?' Dropping her wash rag in the bin, the young girl moved towards the back door to the little house. But before she could get to the door, an explosion rocked the building and threw Layla to the floor.

"What was that?" Getting slowly to her feet, it was a moment before the full meaning of the explosion meant. "The boys!" Ignoring the part of her screaming that it was probably their fault, Layla raced outside. The small boys were no where to be found. 'I'm gonna be so dead if I don't find them before their parents get home!' Throwing caution to the wind, Layla took off for the woods, shouting for the boys as she went.

Nearby, something crawled out of the shadows, still unnoticed by the world around it.

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Panting, Layla finally stopped running in the middle of a small clearing. She though she'd heard laughter coming from near there and had prayed that it would be the boys. Upon reaching the clearing, Layla had found it empty. 'Maybe they've moved on?' Catching her breathe, Layla set off across the clearing.

Reaching the other side, Layla paused again. There it was again. Laughter, like that of a small child: but there wasn't anyone there besides her. Layla scanned the area around her one last time. Nope, definitely no one else. Turning, Layla moved to leave the clearing when:

"Look up." Slowly, Layla did as she was told. There, floating at least 15 feet above her was Tomas, grinning like a demon. Layla screamed.

Swooping down, Tomas clamped a hand over her mouth. "Shh, you don't want the others to find us, do you?"

"I couldn't care less who finds us," snapped Layla. "First you three annoy me till I throw you out of the house, then you raise Cane with your noise level, then you run off, and now you're flying. And you want me to take this all lying down?!"

"Well, you don't have to lie down," started Tomas, "but keeping-"

"I don't care what you do, Tomas, but I'm leaving. I'm going back to the house and when they get home, I'm collecting my fee and getting the hell outta this place. I knew something was off about these people, but this is ridiculous. And you're just as odd." Turning, Layla stormed off in the direction of the small house.

"Layla, wait!"

"Go away, Tomas. I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Sadly, Tomas watched his last link to his old life disappear into the undergrowth of the forest. 'I hope she gets back OK.' Turning, the boy flew off to find his new friends and tell them what had happened.

And still no one noticed the being in the shadows.

TBC

A/N: Yes, I'm aware it's pretty bad, but I wanted to put something up, as it's been…honestly, I don't wanna know how long it's been. I just know the original of this chapter was crap and rewrites are evil.

Anyone still reading, I love thy. Please feel free to yell, if it makes you feel better.


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